a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de leaning - jugg4monii

[intro]
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go (jugg)

[verse]
mix the wock’ with the trish
he tried to run and got hit with the switch
took lil’ bro on a l!ck and he fell like a b-tch
deep in that water, i feel like a fish
jump out with that cannon, i’m feelin’ like nick
my glock start jammin’, i bought me a chris’
(ay, ay, let the beat play, this b-tch hard, no cap)
stand on the business
when i wake up, hoe, i’m grabbin’ my glizzy
he tried to run and got left on a fences
walk him down, now they sayin’ he missin
hawk him down, should’ve stopped all that dissin’
please spin the bend, got to heat up the witness
standin’ on business
can’t get a job, i’ma go hit a stain
walk in the mall tryna sn-tch me a chain
i just want the money, don’t want all the fame ’cause these n-ggas be hatin’, man, that sh-t really lame
try to come rob, get strung, t-pain
i’m off the drink, feelin’ like lil’ wayne
don’t know ’bout them days that i walked in the rain
so when i get up, don’t be downin’ my name
can’t trust no b-tch, if yo’ pockets got lit, better hit you a l!ck
in the scat, get lit, got yo’ b-tch on my d-ck tryna shoot her a fl!ck
ain’t give up the drugs so i pull out the bl!ck
feinin’ for blood, b-tch, i feel like a tick
don’t wanna f-ck, b-tch, show me a tick
and i can’t be yo’ n-gga, hoe, go get a grip
some of my n-ggas be blood and crip
blue interior, my chopper, i’m feelin’ like nip
i’m talkin’ slow ’cause the lean i sip
my granny like, “boy, what’s that thing on yo’ hip?”
it’s a glock, i gotta make it back here
go and shoot it out, i cannot be a k!ll
wanna be j-o-b, gotta go on a drill
lil’ 9 gon’ slide, b-tch, he off the pill
ay, naw, i’m cappin’ but all of my n-ggas ’bout action
we be clappin’— up in public
up in church but you know that i’m clutchin’
momma like, “why did i rob my cousin?”
’cause he thought i was b-tch, ’til i left him with nothin’
i upped a stick like, “f-ck the discussion”
i know yo’ momma, don’t make me start bustin’ (grrah)
free jetboy out the chains
ten toes down, i ain’t sayin’ no names
so j-o-b, fell in love with the game
got a hoe from mesquite tryna eat up the gang
but she gotta leave ’cause sh-t gettin’ dangerous
i’ma go out with my banger
and i know i ain’t point no fingers
h-llcat jeep in this b-tch, hit a wrangler (ay, jugg)
[outro]
let’s go
big j-o-b
n-gga, the whole song
n-gga know what the f-ck going on
jugg

- jugg4monii

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS